Barkov was pacing back and forth in his office as he received news of the West and British soldiers were slowly taking control over the places in Urzikstan that took years for him to conquest. He was agitated but all of that faded when his eyes flickered over to his partner that he always sought comfort in for times like these.

He takes a seat at his desk and called out to you, "Moya lyubov' come here." As he patted his leg waiting for you.